(exhausted on Sunday morning, after a marathon weekend hanging Christmas lights)
Sam: Mom, I still can’t find those white LEDs I bought. They’re not in the truck.
Peggy: (long, rambling mumble about receipts and empty boxes and cleaning up the staging area on the back porch). Wait, Sam, we wrapped them around the metal wreath frame.
Sam: Ok, Mom you just knocked me totally back into my senses.